Capítulo 5: Kingpin's Fate
As Kingpin groggily came to consciousness, he found himself in a magnificent throne room surrounded by hordes of undead creatures. He was struck with fear and shock as he gazed upon the hellish landscape through the massive doors and windows.
The skies were a scorching red and black, filled with smoke and fire, with rivers of molten lava, erupting volcanoes, and tormented souls wailing in seas of fire.
Kingpin, trying to shake off the fear, stumbled toward the end of the room, where he saw a set of stairs carved from glistening obsidian.
The darkness receded as he approached, revealing a stunning throne made from molten gold and obsidian.
The throne was adorned with skulls and precious stones, creating a fearsome yet beautiful spectacle. The molten gold flowed through the throne, forming intricate patterns that seemed to come alive as Kingpin got closer.
Kingpin's heart raced as he approached the throne, eyes scanning the details of the stairs and the throne. The skulls seemed to be judging him, their empty eye sockets piercing through his soul.
The precious stones glimmered in the light of a blue flame, casting a mesmerizing aura in the otherwise dark and frightening room.
Kingpin stood at the bottom of the staircase, staring up at the throne made of molten gold. The heat was intense, causing sweat to bead on Kingpin's forehead as he gazed upon the mesmerizing patterns etched into the flowing gold.
Suddenly, a dark figure began to emerge from the fiery depths of the volcano, taking shape from the smoke, earth, and spirits surrounding it. As the smoke cleared, Kingpin was taken aback to see the figure more clearly.
Standing before him was none other than Hades, the stock trader whom he had threatened. He is now engulfed in blue flame.
Hades raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"Well, look here," Hades said, his voice echoing throughout the chamber.
"Isn't this our little Kingpin? Welcome to my realm, Kingpin." He spoke in a deep, menacing voice that sent shivers down Kingpin's spine.
"What the fuck are you?" Kingpin asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice.
Hades chuckled, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
"Well, let me introduce myself. I am Hades Deathborn, the god of death. And now we are in hell, conducting your trial."
Kingpin's mind raced as he tried to process what was happening. "You must be kidding me," he muttered.
Hades' eyes blazed with anger.
"You thought you could get away with threatening me, but now you'll pay the price." He flicked his wrist and summoned demons to surround Kingpin, making him feel trapped and vulnerable.
Kingpin stood tall, but he couldn't help the fear creeping into his voice as he replied.
"What do you want from me, Hades?"
Hades raised an eyebrow, still wearing the cruel smile.
"I want what's rightfully mine," he said.
Kingpin tried to buy some time.
"And what's that?" he asked.
Hades' voice was cold and unfeeling.
"I want your soul, Kingpin," he said, his eyes fixed on Kingpin.
Kingpin started to panic. He realized that he was in deep trouble and had to find a way out of this predicament.
He tried to think quickly, but the demons surrounding him made it difficult to focus. He felt sweat trickling down his face as he tried to devise a plan.
Hades grew impatient.
"Enough with your nonsense. Let's get on with it," Hades bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the chamber.
Kingpin knew that he had to act fast. He summoned all his courage and took a step forward, confronting Hades.
"I will not go down without a fight," he said, his voice steady and strong.
Hades raised an eyebrow, surprised by Kingpin's boldness.
"Very well, Kingpin. Let the trial begin."
Kingpin's knees buckled beneath him as the two Death Knights approached, their skulls and armor engulfed in hellfire.
The intense heat from their flames scorched the air and made Kingpin's eyes water. The powerful aura emanating from the Death Knights left him feeling small and insignificant.
Hades stepped forward, his blue flame illuminating his features. His eyes were piercing, seeming to delve into Kingpin's soul and reveal his every thought and deed. Kingpin could feel his past actions being laid
bare before him, filling him with fear.
"Kingpin," Hades said in a deep, commanding voice. "You have caused great harm to many in your lifetime."
Kingpin's mind was suddenly filled with visions of his past crimes. He saw the fear in the eyes of his victims as they were taken from this world, the pain and suffering he had caused. The weight of his actions bore down on him, leaving him feeling suffocated.
"You have taken countless lives without remorse or guilt," Hades continued, his voice becoming sterner.
"You have caused immeasurable pain and suffering to those around you."
Kingpin was frozen in terror, unable to move as Hades glared down at him. He could feel the heat from the Death Knights' flames searing his skin, their aura of power pressing down on him like a physical force.
As the blue flames around Hades blazed a bright red, Hades's appearance started to change drastically.
His once pale and smooth skin was now covered in a sickly green tint. His facial features twisted and contorted, giving him a demonic appearance. His eyes, once piercing blue eyes, now glowed a fiery red as if reflecting the flames that engulfed him.
His once-regal clothing, a deep blue, now seemed infused with a reddish aura as if the flames were seeping into the fabric. The air around him crackled with heat and energy, and the ground beneath him trembled with the power of the inferno.
The fires seemed to dance and writhe around him, taking on the shape of demons and monsters. Their screams and howls filled the air, adding to the overwhelming sense of dread and fear that radiated from Hades.
As he stood there, it was as if the fires had consumed everything in his path. His eyes glowing with unearthly power and his mouth in a devilish smile, revealing razor-sharp teeth that glinted in the inferno's light.
The ground beneath him was scorched and blackened, and the heat was so intense that it was difficult to breathe, and sweat poured down the Kingpin's face.
The aura of power and fear radiating from Hades was palpable, and it was as if the air around him was charged with electricity. The ground beneath him continued to tremble, and the once peaceful underworld was now a scene of destruction and chaos.
It was as if the very fabric of the world was unraveling, and all was left was this twisted and corrupted version of Hades.
As the Kingpin stood there, watching the scene unfold, it was as if time had stopped. He was frozen, unable to look away from the sight before him.
"Listen here, Kingpin," Hades boomed with a deep, thunderous voice that echoed throughout the underworld.
"Not only did you have the audacity to cross me, but you went as far as threatening my beloved wife, Hela.
Let me tell you, I admire bravery, but in this case, it's going to cost you.
As a reward for your bold disrespect, I have a special surprise. Get ready for an eternity of torment and pain in the fiery depths of hell."
Kingpin's heart sank as he realized the gravity of his situation. He had truly messed up, and there was no denying his past actions. He fell to his knees, before the throne.
"Hades, I beg of you, let me go!" Kingpin whimpered, his voice shaking with fear and despair.
"I was wrong. I should never have threatened your wife. I am truly sorry."
But his pleas fell on deaf ears as two death knights stepped forward, their armor clanking with each step. They were frightening, their armor engulfed in hellfire, with the flames licking at their skulls and casting an eerie glow on their faces.
"Your time is up, Kingpin," one of the death knights growled, his voice like the grating of stone on stone.
"You've been sentenced to an eternity of suffering in hell." The other added.
Kingpin struggled and fought, but it was no use. The death knights were too strong, and before he knew it, he was dragged away into hell's fiery depths.
As they descended deeper and deeper, the heat became unbearable, and the stench of brimstone filled Kingpin's nostrils.
The walls were lined with the screams of the damned, and the occasional flash of a whip or the crack of a whip could be heard from one of the many chambers.
Kingpin was thrown into a chamber and strapped to a stone slab. A group of demons approached him, leering and cackling with delight at the prospect of causing him pain.
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